John Delver

“One, two, three!”

Lisa had half drawn her gun when John fired. The bullet was barely visible, and it struck Lisa right in her gun hand. She let out a painful cry as the bullet went clean through, but as her gun fell, she crouched, caught the gun mid air with her uninjured hand, and fired. Her bullet struck John in the leg, and he stumbled backwards.

John let off another two shots, but both were random, and both missed. Lisa made sure to take steady aim with her gun, and with a last bullet, she struck John in the center of his forehead. His look was that of shock, and as he fell forward, there was a deathly silence. The battle had ended completely unpredictably, and neither side knew how to react.

But, as Lisa was holstering her gun and tending to her wound, she heard a slow, steady, audible clap. The clap slowly increased in speed, and soon it sounded like everyone in a group was clapping. Smiling, she looked up.

Her smile soon left though, as she saw it was the Black Lynchers clapping.

“Mighty fine shootin.” One of them said, riding up to her. “How’d you like to join the Black Lynchers?”

Lisa looked up at him.